Gonna Ramble Here Cuz I’m Having An Odd Kind Of Night.

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

Ok, the things I’ve heard about this fandom being a cognitohazard for trans women are not wrong. I’ve woken up the past few days imagining vines curling over my thighs and I’ve already changed the reminder on my phone for my HRT to ‘Take your Xenodrugs.’ What is HAPPENING to me??? How was it so easy???

Honestly I think one of the biggest appeals to the HDG fandom is seated in a near primal level of feelings. We as humans have spent our entire existence as being the big friend shaped creature that loves to pack bond and love other creatures with such a fervor that it seems endless to these less long lived animals.

Just to imagine that same feeling that your cat gets when they get scratched by you, or the adoring feeling that your dog gets when they see you come home from work, I think there's a deep rooted longing that we as a species also cry out for those same feelings.

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

FACTS!!!! I had this same experience a few days ago, where I looked up from my mirror to find that I had a giddy smile on my face after thinking “wow, she’s so beautiful…”

I spent a solid two minutes in the bathroom just staring at my boobs in the tight shirt I wore today—turning side to side, watching how the fabric clung just right, how soft and natural it all looked. My hands hovered over my chest, not quite touching, just feeling the shape, the weight, the realness of it all. I caught my own reflection smiling—like, actually smiling—and it hit me like a wave. Oh. Oh. She’s real. She’s me.

And now, I’m lying in bed, still thinking about it, still feeling giddy in a way I never used to. There was a time when mirrors only showed me a stranger—someone I avoided looking at too long, someone I dressed in baggy shirts and hunched shoulders, hoping no one would really see me. I remember those nights, lying awake, tracing the outlines of a body that didn’t feel like my own, trying to imagine something softer, something that felt right.

But now? Now I am that softness. Now I wear my tightest shirt just to admire how my body has changed, how it’s mine in a way it never was before. The way my collarbones sit just a little differently, the gentle curve of my waist, the way my hair falls against my shoulders—every little detail whispering, you’re her, you’re here, you made it.

I’ve given the fic the working title of ‘Junkyard Dog’ for the time being. Our protagonist is Jack Crawford, whose life, like most free terrans without the affini to assist them, is pretty dogshit. He lives on a planet that’s literally just called ‘Hell’ and all he does is haul scrap and try to salvage working tech so he can sell it to the Terran Cosmic Navy. Let’s face it though, a few-dozen human scavengers aren’t exactly enough to keep up with a ship-printing atomic compiler.

Currently, his goals center on finding a way to get the hell (heh) off the planet, but with his boss possessing the only spacefaring ship on the planet, and no working technology to signal their location, he’s gonna have his work cut out for him. Also, he doesn’t trust the affini due to terran propaganda. His life sucks a whole lot, but it will get better!

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

I’m so cooked. It’s over. It’s actually never been more over than this. I’m so florted it’s unbelievable. It’s a cognitohazard. The human mind is a finite and breakable construction subject to the whims of our betters. Where is my space plant mommy please please please

if only lesbian lust paid the bills

Tripped and fell into the HDG fandom. As a trans woman, it might be over for me. I’m stuck between wishing I was an Affini so I could spoil all the people who are basically my florets, and wishing that a big strong plant woman would pump me full of Xenodrugs and just let me walk through life in a drugged-out haze